Imagination

Something Sweet

The gentle wind brought strands of her wavy stray hair back, wisps of beeline honey hair matching the golden wheat field. Seated amongst the crops, she swivelled her head, clueless as to what her boyfriend was up to. He had asked her to dress up pretty, to tie her hair into a fishtail braid, the hairstyle she looked best in. She was wearing her favourite dress, an off-shoulder, white bohemian dress with bright peonies and rose prints scattered over it. A creak sounded from the barn door, and as she turned from the faded white mission chair to acknowledge the sound, she saw her boyfriend walk over, a little hesitancy in each step. His hands were occupied with a bundle of flowers, sunflowers and daisies blooming from the bundle. His eyes flitted to her from time to time, not daring to stare at her for too long but seemingly afraid that she was going to disappear in a second. She felt as if time stilled when her boyfriend walked closer to her, his look of denim jacket hoodie and black jeans causing her breath to come to a halt. 

  He never ceased to impress her in that outfit, the look complimenting his chocolate brown hair and light grey eyes. Running a hand through his hair, he caused a ripple through the originally tousled hair, making it even more disheveled. 

“José.” she breathed, wondering how he manages to take her breath away every time she sees him. 

“Allara” He murmured as he crouched down to slide a hand up her face. He felt her face warm under his touch, knowing what he has just said made her blush again. It worked every time he did it, and he’d swore to never stop surprising her with it. “I got you some flowers fresh from the market this morning, they’re your favourite.” He smiled, a long dimple showing on the right side of his cheek. As she cradled them in her arms, he studied her face. The look of sheer happiness, purity and positivity, his ray of sunshine and his eternity. It was the exact same smile he had seen her with 6 years ago that made him fall in love with her. 

“Allara,” he stared deep into her eyes as he shifted to one leg. A gasp escaped from her throat as she came to a realization on what was about to happen.

 “6 years ago today, when we met under the big oak tree back in Stillford High, you were this girl with a pair of black framed glasses and fishtail braid. You were always absorbed in a different book every other day, with rays of sunshine landing softly on you as your face displayed various emotions based on the storyline of the books. Your look captivated me. But what captivated even more was the patience you had around people, not minding when they came over to ask you what you were reading, even when they start striking up a conversation that you clearly didn't want to be in. I remembered this girl who came toppling over you as you sat under the tree, unable to see the road in front of her as she was in a blubbering mess of tears. Though you didn't know her, you took care of her and comforted her, like a mother would to her dearest child. And it was then that I discovered you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It was the numerous amount of patience and kind-heartedness you had with others that made me fall for you. And while we may already have been together for 6 years, you never stop to amaze me with your unique personality, your sweet smile and the gentleness you have around people and things. So, Ally, Allara, whatever name you would like to be called, whatever name I'll be calling you in the future, will you marry me?" 

It was by then that he became aware of her reaction. How tears were streaming down her face as she nodded her head vigorously, able to say Yes but unable to voice it out. His heart blossomed greater than the flowers she hugged to her chest as he picked her up and spun her around. 

"Yes yes YES!!" He cried as they laughed with joy. 

"I was petrified you'd say no." He whispered into her ears as they leaned in to each other. 

"And I was even more afraid you'd never ask." She replied in a hushed voice. Stumbling carelessly into each other as they locked hands, they made their way back to the barnhouse, spirits soaring higher than the bright stars that had already made their way into the indigo sky.